Chapter 52

38 weeks pregnant

" C elly Kapowski!!" Delta shouts, slapping Cori on the back when she gets to the bench after a goal.

Cori leans forward, rinses her mouth with water, and sits up again to survey the game. "Twenty-three has a weak spot on the left," she says to the other women, panting.

Sully paces behind the bench. It might as well be porn. Good fucking grief. This is my man? Mine? Good for me. Maybe it's the hormones, but there's no way I won't jump him the second there isn't a panel of plexiglass between us. I'm supposed to be watching the game, I keep telling myself this, but it's Lee Sullivan. Whew.

I cross my thighs, wearing a tight dress that shows off my bump. It's one he loves, though this time with a cute Rogues jacket over top. Sully made sure to outfit me in enough gear, but unfortunately, the jerseys keep riding up my belly. Besides, I like the jacket the team gave me, it's special.

The team is playing like a well-oiled machine. Surrounding me are some of the Lakes WAGs, and their husbands are with them. It's fun being the coach's girlfriend. Normally, I'm in the private box, but every so often, I want to experience the action up close. Besides, the crowd is great. There's so much positivity, more than I've seen at any other hockey game. The rest of our group agrees, it's a different energy.

There's another Lakes player in attendance with us, Shep Wilder. He's yelling as much as the rest of them, though I've noticed he's loudest when it comes to Cori Kapowski.

He smacks the plexiglass behind her. "Atta girl, Cor!" he yells over the fans.

"Can she hear you?" I ask.

"She hears me, but she's not going to turn around. Cori's a pro." He doesn't seem to care about her acknowledgment. He simply continues to cheer loud enough for her to hear through the glass. He talks about her like he knows her well. They must be friends or something off the ice. I don't get to ask because he's back to yelling her name when she jumps on the ice again at shift change.

I wait with our group near the locker room exit. My back is aching more than usual tonight. Week thirty-eight is tearing at every muscle I have. I can't wait to see my man and get him home. Tonight calls for one of his back rubs. The second he walks out, I want to melt into the concrete floor. His cologne, the suit… I've been watching him all night, and finally, he's close enough to touch.

He shakes hands with a few of the players' families before getting to me.

"Congratulations on the win!" I say, pressing my hands to the lapels of his suit. He looks down at me with a frown. "Hey, I've got to run to my office and grab some paperwork, do you want to join me?"

Oh. Kinda was hoping for a kiss, or some enthusiasm? It's fine. He's got to stay professional and is probably exhausted. It's not like he's getting all the horny hormones I am.

I nod and paste a big smile on my face. "Of course!"

We take a private elevator to the administrative floor.

He stares at me in the elevator, fists tucked in his pockets, looking stressed out.

"Everyone is going to Top Shelf to celebrate after this," I say. "I told them we would join."

He nods. "Yeah."

The door opens, and I follow quietly behind. Did something happen? He's distracted and almost distant. It's not like Sully. They just won their seventh home game, making them undefeated at home, and I can't imagine what would cause him to suddenly be so serious. Is it because the due date is only a couple weeks away? The nursery was finished last week, and we're stocked, fully prepared. I even have our hospital bag packed in the car, right next to the carseat Sully installed.

We turn a corner, the hallway is partially lit, and one or two offices at the end have lights on.

"Here," he says, walking into the dark office. It's been a long time since I've been here. It's backlit by the window that opens into the arena. Bright lights make the ice glow, and fans are still filtering out of tonight's sold-out arena. I'm sure the music is still playing out there, but here, it's eerily quiet. Hard to believe this quiet office is connected to an arena full of screaming fans below.

The silence between us is awkward, so I say the most obvious thing in the world. "It's been a while since I've seen your offi—"

My words are cut off as Sully yanks me the rest of the way inside the dark room, slams the door, and pins me against it. Ohmygod . "Whoa! What—"

"This fucking dress has been driving me out of my mind all night," he growls. The door clicks, I glance down and find him locking it. "Take it off."

"What?" It takes a moment for his words to register, then I smile. This is the man I was expecting to see outside the lockers. I pry my fingers off the cold, smooth door to frame his face, and I nip at his bottom lip. He flips on the light switch and lowers his eyes to meet mine. I love it when he does this.

"Kendra, if that dress isn't around your ankles in two seconds, I'll lose my shit."

"Jesus, be patient," I say, laughing.

He loosens his tie, and I shrug off my jacket. My arms slip from the dress straps, and I shove it down until it lands on the floor.Drawing up a knee, I remove the tennis shoes. No way I'm wearing heels this late in the trimester.

He grabs under my ass and picks me up, careful not to squish the bump between us, and sets me on my feet facing the arena.

"Hands on the glass," he says as he fists the back of my thong and rips it down my legs. "Bend over, baby girl."

The anticipation burns through me, climbing up my legs and pooling in my stomach.

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's my good girl." I close my eyes. This man knows all the right things to say.

Behind me, he grips my ass and spreads my cheeks. Before I know it, his tongue is all over me as he feasts on me from behind.

I cry out, unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure, and bend over farther, pressing my chest to the frigid window, and my nipples harden.

"Sully!"

"That's it, push your pretty tits against the glass for everybody to see."

I gasp. "Can they see us?" I pant out.

"It's tinted… A little."

He tugs my clit between his lips, then cracks a palm across my ass. " Oh, fuck! " I whisper. He spits on my pussy, and the noise makes me groan. It's such a filthy sound and gets me every time. Not a second later, he unzips, and before I know it, he's slapping my clit with his cock. My legs are shaking with need.

"I want to feel full."

The head of his dick slicks over me, then pauses at my entrance. He tilts me forward, forcing my elbows to rest on the window ledge when he drives inside. I moan a low sound. "More!"

"This body has been torturing me for hours… Now, be a good girl and take it all." Pulling out, he plunges deep inside, leaving no room to spare. Absolute bliss.

I swallow. "I didn't know you saw me," I say shakily.

"Of course I saw you, I just couldn't focus on you because all I could picture was this… you bent over and taking every inch in your pussy while you watch the fans below." A hand reaches around, and he gropes one of my breasts. "Wondering if anyone is going to look up and see these perfect, full tits against my window. I want everybody to know you're getting railed in my office."

I groan at his words.

"You're going to make such a pretty coach's wife. Everybody already loves you—me most of all."

My heart explodes when I think of our forever.

His wife . I pinch my eyes shut as my orgasm builds. He called me his wife .

Sully withdraws and spins me around, picking me up and dropping me on his dick. Leaning back, I brace my arms on the window frame so as to not put pressure on my belly. The way he stuffs me is almost too much. My jaw drops, and he presses his forehead to mine as if the word wife is painted across my face. "That's right, baby girl."

Our gazes burn together as he bounces me up and down on him. Everything is so intense. My walls tighten around him, and I know it's about to hit.

"Let Daddy feel you come on his cock…" He smirks at me and nods. "Come for me."

And I do. I cry out with my fingers digging into his muscles.

"Just like that."

With my back to the cold window, the pressure is taken off my arms. He bangs a fist on the glass behind me as his thrusts become more erratic. I gaze up into his fierce eyes.

"Mine," he growls. It's all he says before his climax takes over. I love watching this man come. Seeing his possessive expression fracture into a million pieces is a look that only I will ever know. No other woman has that part of him. He reserves it for me alone. It's mine as much as he is, and I'll never have to share him again.

Suddenly, I feel a warm gush of water.

"Fuck, baby! I love it when you squirt."

This isn't an orgasm.

"No, I'm—I'm not—Oh my god, I think my water just broke."

Sully steps back, and we stare at the pool of water soaking into the floor between us.

"It's too early. I'm only thirty-eight weeks," I mumble.

He takes a deep breath. "Sweetheart, I think Bo is coming early. The emergency bag is still in your car, right?"

I nod, unable to look away from the floor.

"Everything is going to be okay. Let's get you dressed." He grabs my dress, which is thankfully dry, and efficiently drags it over my body as I stand there like a statue. We've attended the classes, read the books, but still nothing has prepared me for the moment of it actually happening. I'm in labor.

"Sully, I'm scared."

He extracts my hair from the back of the dress and slides my jacket over my arms, then cups my face. "Kendra, baby. You are the strongest woman I know. If anyone can do this, it's you. Even if Bo decided to get the drop on us, your body knows what to do. I will be at your side every step of the way. You're not alone."

I exhale. He's right. I'm not alone anymore. I have him. I trust him.

"Remember how we practiced visualizations? Right now, I only want you to think about meeting our baby for the first time. I'll take care of the rest."

I nod, exhaling a slow breath. "I love you."

"I love you too. Time to go."